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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Luke? Did you take care of Marble?

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[fononfailure]

[ pats the bed beside her. ] Didn't hurt yourself, right?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

No... I'm okay. [sits next to her, leaning against her before offering her the bottle]

[fononfailure]

You did better than I probably would have. [ settles Aidan in one arm before reaching out to take the bottle, carefully guiding it to the baby's mouth. ]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[watches Aidan, curious]

[fononfailure]

[ once she manages to get him to start eating, it's fairly simple from there. ]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Do you think it tastes good?

[fononfailure]

I'm not sure. It must be okay, since he's eating it.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I think it tastes like your milk. That's why he likes it.

[fononfailure]

...could be.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...And I think it's vanilla. It looked like it, when I mixed it up.

[fononfailure]

That makes more sense to me.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Is it vanilla when it comes out of you, too?

[fononfailure]

W-what?! I don't know!

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Well... Does it smell like vanilla?

[fononfailure]

It's not like I ever stopped to check.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

You should, I want to know.

[fononfailure]

I'm not going to sniff my chest, Asch.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Smell Aidan after he eats.

[fononfailure]

That's just bizarre.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Oh. Sorry...

[fononfailure]

[ takes the bottle from Aidan in order to hug Asch. ] It's okay.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I still think you should smell him.

[fononfailure]

...he smells like a kid to me.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Do kids smell like vanilla?

[fononfailure]

Not really?